I have people in my life, of course. Some write; some don't. Some read; some don't. Some stare vacantly into space when I talk the geeky talk and walk the geeky walk, but they make killer chocolate chip pancakes and so all is forgiven.
Rob ThurmanWhen life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.
Rob ThurmanTags: humor nightlife lemons lemonade
You're the little spoon, aren't you?
Rob ThurmanLook at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.
Rob ThurmanPick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.
Rob ThurmanTags: urban-fantasy leandros niko
I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.
Rob ThurmanIf there is no trust, there is nothing. Trust is all.
Rob Thurman...the bus is full of German tourists in shorts so short that they required a Brazilian wax for the men as well as the women. There had been thighs as bountiful as baking bread, as wobbly as Jello, and as pitted as the surface of the moon.
Rob ThurmanAs I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of wildlife the conservationists hadn't planned on reviving in this place. A perv in a white shirt and polyester pants. A standard hide-in-the-bushes-and-whack-it perv. Fat and balding, it was as appealing as watching a giant marshmallow go at it.
Rob ThurmanAll I cared was that she had never lied. She was honest in a world just the opposite, and a cool oasis in my life. She was who she said she was, and everything Sophia, my mother, the pathologically manipulative liar, had never been.
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